Suburb
394 creative works found
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Aerial view of a 1960’s suburb at dawn.
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Spring is my favorite season because I know that winter is over. Flower Designs by Susan / Susan Savad’s Gallery / My Squidoo Lenses
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I was on my bicycle when I saw this beautiful street glowing with autumn colors. Flower Designs by Susan / Susan Savad’s Gallery / My Squidoo Lenses
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www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz God’s not happy with somebody – hope it’s not me. Looks MUCH better enlarged. / Hamilton, New Zealand 1000+ views People/Portraiture HDR Photography Macro Photography Architecture Collaborations Skyscapes Animals/Birds/Insects Street Art Street Photography Everyday Objects Seascapes/Rivers/All Water Summer Photography Odd/Unusual Flowers/Plants/Trees Landscapes New Zealand Abstract Humour Black and White Photography
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A beautiful summer garden. Flower Designs by Susan / Susan Savad’s Gallery / My Squidoo Lenses
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Featured in RB group “UK Visions” Sept 09 Art from the world of lawns and offices. Artists have always used the materials of their time.. they forged iron and steel. Today many people live and work surrounded by office machinery and it seems right to bring these into the artistic process… as some are already doing. Photocopier poem I like to take a drawing and play about with it.. in this case I put a simple pencil sketch it through a low cost copier ! I like the grainy feel the copier gives this. The original is a pencil drawing and quite delicate this feels quite different. For me this feels a bit like a Warhol… because the FAX process roughens and de-personalises the image. I would put the Mona Lisa through a copier just to see what comes out at the other end. I like the idea that I could FAX this to anyone anywhere and they would receive an original FAXED version. So if you talk to me nicely I might be persuaded to FAX you a copy of this work ! The original FAXED work was on that thin fax paper that darkens with age.. and so it will not last very long.. so in effect this image only now exists on my hard drive and on sites like this. So anyone ordering the online version is getting the nearest thing anyone can get to an original. Ok.. I’ll keep taking the pills. ;)
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So I Thought – Flyleaf - Ignorance is bliss cherish it / Pretty neighborhood / You learn too much to hold / Believe it not / And fight the tears / With pretty smiles and lies / About the times You can hear the song on Flyleafs PureVolume page
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Real estate speak from the Brisbane News Mooloolaba beach / Canon 5D w 16-35mm lens at 16mm. Three shots bracketed with photomatix REAL ESTATE SERIES / NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / BEACH / INDUSTRIAL / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES / SPAM PHOTOS
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Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.
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mixed media (color transparencies overlaid with resin on original painting) / From “Who’s That Girl, Twelve Incarnations of Ruby”. Stagnation dominates in Ruby’s life in the suburbs, where every house looks the same.
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Taken with my 6-hole pinhole camera, the montage created “in tin”. You can see all my pinhole works here
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A new estate being built at Lyndhurst south east of Melbourne Victoria.
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ink on watercolor paper i keep having phantom pains from where my heart used to be… a sentiment which rang true more then than it does now. maybe they grow back. maybe the pain just goes away.
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digital mixed media. drawings and photos collaged together, then photoshopped (is that an verb?). sometimes the lines between the dream world and real life becomes hazy. It is almost a moment of clarity when we realize that our conscious mind and inner thoughts are a continuous part of our life experience.
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved The Sun Theatre, Yarraville, Victoria Australia. / An icon ot the western suburbss of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Copyright 2008-2009 © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved An icon ot the western suburbs of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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We often have moose trimming our trees and bushes and walking past the house. This lovely bull moose appeared at the garage door and just kept walking closer. My husband snapped the photo with his D200, while I offered an olive branch. This is as it was from the RAW image, except for a slight crop of the vehicle to the right. Snow! Glorious Snow!! featured 4.30.09 – Thank you! I’ll pass the word to Howard Marsh, my mate-for life, I hope.
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The Bondi to Coogee coastal walk in Sydney’s eastern suburbs is one of the most popular pasttimes for both locals and tourists. Each day hundreds of people stroll, jog or run along the route which has a permanent view of the ocean and passes through the beaches of Tamarama, Bronte and Clovelly as it meanders south. The Bondi to Tamarama stretch also hosts the famous Sculpture By The Sea exhibition. There are many prominent lookout points along the walk to cater for the throngs of visitors wanting to take home a photo souvenir; but every now again you spot a new vantage point, such as this one which I noticed early one spring morning as the sun emerged from the ocean. Featured on the RedBubble homepage
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Our part-time gardener. / Why hike for four hours, only to find a bull moose pruning bushes and tree in our ‘burb? We enjoyed a good, long hike with intermittent rain and spotted two bull moose far in the distance. Too far away to capture. What better welcome home party than this cutie safe in our suburbs. I cropped part of the power lines and added a light blue tint to the sky, since it was raining and grey and drizzly. Thanks to Peter Davidson for the video on Hoots mon, there’s a moose loose aboot this hoose D200 and Nikkor 18-200mm And another coy view with a yellow birch leaf. Did not remove road sign from behind his rack to add a certain verisimilitude. Sure wish it were the sign that reads: Moose Crossing. Photo links to my website. About size and weight, wikipedia has this to say: / “On average, an adult moose stands 1.8–2.1 m (6–7 ft) high at the shoulder. Males weigh 380–720 kg (850–1580 pounds) and females weigh 270–360 kg (600–800 pounds).[7] The largest of all is the Alaskan subspecies (A. a. gigas), which can stand over 2.1 m (7 ft) at the shoulder, has a span across the antlers of 1.8 m (6 ft) and averages 634.5 kg (1,396 lbs) in males and 478 kg (1,052 lbs) in females.[8] Typically, however, the antlers of a mature specimen are between 1.2 m (3.9 ft) and 1.5 m (4.9 ft).”
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Remember That Time We Set That Zombie On Fire And He Ran Straight Into The Petrol Station And Blew Up Half The Suburb?
by matthewdunnartREMEMBER…...? by Matthew Dunn Pencils, acrylics and photoshop
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